Apotheosis – Ascension to Godhood

How many more people in the middle of the domain dare to face Choi Evil?

Even Rosen is unwilling to confront Choi Evil and unjustifiably mess with a strong man who lives and dies unless his head is burned.

But Luo Zheng had no choice. Since Choi Evil took Luo Yan away, he and Choi Evil have been in an indestructible situation. He and Choi Evil have no room to ease.

That's why Luo Zheng met Choi Evil to pop up such horrible words. Since there is no use in knowing the plea, it is ultimately up to him to save Luo Yan's life with a pair of fists. It is better to speak up and fight with death.

Perhaps this is the way to go.

After Choi Hui left, this great formation of patrons about the cloud palace also spread rapidly in the middle of the domain.

A patron warrior was totally resistant to Choi Wei's attack and even had the chance to kill Choi Wei. This is fantastic!

What does that mean? In the central domain, there is no such thing as a sect, or the martial artist can shake the cloud palace. If a sect war is waged, the loss of the cloud palace is minimal. At this moment, the cloud palace is already a quasi-five kind of sect!

A four-point sect, eventually relying on a symbolist to change its destiny, Rosen is destined to be included in the history of the Middle Domain. At least now all of us can be sure that the symbol is much stronger in its creation than in history.

Throughout these two or three days, almost everywhere in the wineries of the major towns of the Central Realm, the voices of the discourse of Rosen can be heard.

“Now Luo Zheng is going to turn into a hot redman from all over the Central Domain! ”

“Hey, when a half-dead tower was like Grandpa's, don't you want to be an ancestor? ”

“Though his spelling technique is amazing, Choi Evil is not easy to mess with. Once Luo Zheng leaves the cloud palace, he dies without the refuge of the Patriarchal Array! ”

In a very lively and remarkable winery, we are discussing Rosenberg.

Suddenly a tall fighter slaps a table, hey hey laughs: “Not necessarily! Nor do you want to think about how evil the gift of Luo Xuan can defeat the Mid-Term Warrior of the Divine Realm! Didn't you hear what he said to the East Evil King? Forgive me for not dying! Ha ha, how much courage does that take to say it! ”

“He was just hiding in that little turtle shell, and if it wasn't for the protection of the Patronage, Choi Evil's finger would crush him," another shady voice rebutted.

“How is it? Anyway, I like Rosen! If this kid doesn't ring, it's amazing and his potential is bound to be limitless in the future! ”

Various discussions and perspectives continue to collide among many martial artists, including naturally the cloud palace.

At least now, the people in the cloud have not regarded Luo Xuan as a disciple of the cloud, not even as a deacon of the cloud, but as an elder figure!

Though Choi Hui was brought back by Luo Xuan, Luo Xuan also drove him away on his own strength. Who else in the cloud can do this?

In addition to this, there is also another rumor circulating, such as the belief that Luo Zheng is banned by the rain butterfly, and that the two have long been beaded together… but this rumor is only spreading privately.

A few days later, it was another annual lighting festival.

At night, a little red light was lit in Yunhai City.

A group of children took a small lantern through the streets to bring a little light to every dark corner.

For ordinary people, the day is a lively festival, in addition to a small lantern for each child, adults need to release a skylight, legend can bring good luck for the next year.

From evening onwards, countless skylights rose and some of them blew under the wind, hitting the huge junction on the surface of the cloud palace, igniting a brilliant fire.

In addition to putting the skylight on, kill chickens, slaughter cattle and entertain guests with a feast.

But for the martial artists, this day is a special one.

Deep in the cloud dream swamp of the central domain, the fog will float all year round, and a special demonic beast, called Swallow Cloud Beast, can be made into a dynamite that extends the life of the cloud beast, so every year countless warriors break into the cloud dream swamp.

There is a lot of opportunity in this swamp, and every year the martial arts get great benefits in this swamp of dreams, but every year countless martial arts crash into it.

The warriors of the Divine Realm are not eligible to enter it at all, while the warriors of the Divine Realm can enter only 300 miles of Yunmeng Swamp, even if the powerful ones of the False Dream Land go up to 800 miles, and then go further... even the warriors of the False Dream Land have the possibility of crashing into it. The depths of the False Dream Swamp a thousand miles are an undetectable desperation!

1,500 miles from Cloud Dream Swamp, nothing so far documented here can be described as scarce.

There is a huge black mud pool here. This mud pool is pure black, without any waves, it is obviously a dead pool...

Just above the edge of this black mud pit is a small grass house where people live! This grass house is extremely simple and the walls and roof of the house are woven with thatch.

Shortly afterwards, a man of short stature emerged from the grass house, who was certainly also a strong man in the land of life and death.

In the middle domain, the strong man of life and death counts with one hand. This man is obviously not among them. He is an invisible strong man.

When he walked out of the thatch house, he looked at the grey sky and mumbled: “Is it the lighting festival again? I've lit this light seventy-seven times... I don't know if I can do it this year. ”

Immortal Tomb Spirit Light, will be lit at the lighting festival, 77 times, that is, 77 years...

After that, he took an eye-catching petroleum lamp out of his back and gently rubbed it with his hand. Then a demonic red flame appeared on his fingertips and gently rubbed it over the Immortal Tomb Spirit lamp.

A dusky light emerges.

Around this Immortal Tomb Spirit Light, there are nine small markings, six of which have already been lit at this moment.

This strong man looked at the six marks, with a slight smile on his face, nine stamps, the lack of one is useless...

Last year, eight stamps lit up. This year, will the last stamp light up?

At the headquarters of the World Alliance of Commerce, in a sophisticated building, the three allies of Shikfan, Yanye Mountain and Mo Hai Mountain have gathered to place a fairy tomb spirit lamp in front of them, but at this moment they are still waiting for someone.

After a fragrant time, the thousand ancient giants of the World Chamber of Commerce slowly descended on the stairs and said to Shikfan: "Point it, by the way, gather the elders of my Chamber of Commerce...”

The face of Yanyue Mountain shows a strange colour, “You mean, the ninth lamp of the year...”

Thousand Ancient Giant nodded, “Yes, I guessed it again, I have a strong feeling that the ninth lamp has been born, I just don't know who left it in the hands, so I'm going to let you spread the word and try to make them light up! ”

“Then hurry up!” Yanyue Mountain was a sudden temper. He stood up and patted gently with his hands. A flame shone towards the Immortal Tomb Spirit Light, lighting the light steadily and properly. At this moment, the seventh mark was lit on the Immortal Tomb Spirit Light.

The oligarchy Mount Mo nodded, “This year was quite fast, last year it was not until midnight that the eighth mark lit up, almost thought the person holding the eighth lamp gave up...”

“Hope it works, I'll summon the Elder of the Merchant Alliance," Stokefan said, smiling at the mark.

In the everlasting South Sea, on a small island, Choi Evil also took out the light end of his immortal tomb. This trip to Tianxiao Immortal Tomb, he Choi Evil was also prepared early.

He sits at the top of a big tree on the island, and around this trunk, there are six martial arts men in cloaks, all of whom are powerful in the middle and late realms of vandalism, willing to die following Cui Evil to assist him in the great cause of establishing the Divine Kingdom!

So on the journey to Tianxiao Immortal Tomb, Choi Evil must bring them...

However, it is not clear whether the last light can be lit, Choi Evil, now he is focused on lighting his little oil light slowly, and the eighth mark is lit.

Cui Wei looked at the dusk mark on the small oil lamp and mumbled: “I don't know if the last mark will turn on? ”